User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Chatterbox 2/@comment-1807708-20120603001050

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest ofthe world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.

Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.